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Smack him!

Referee, that's a penalty!

Sorry, you know I get zoned

to this hockey sh*t, Chaz, man.

OK, I'm listening.

So, what do you think I should do?

Sh*t, I don't know, man.

But you see how it works, though, right?

He lures you in with 20 grand. Folks

like you could pull together 20 grand

if you had to, right?

You think, 20 grand,

bong, and he's gone, right?

Nah. It's not about that.

He wanna see if you're

the kind of a**hole who pays.

Then after that...

...slap the big dick on you, hit you

for the real cheese, the big bucks.

That's what this game

is all about, Chaz.

Thanks, Winston,

I feel much better now.

You're a wild cowboy, yo.

Well, can you pay him?

Technically, yeah, I have the money.

Sh*t, yo, so pay him,

man, be done with this.

I can't. It's put away

for something else.

It's years of savings. Can't touch it.

I don't know what to do.

I'm going out of my f***in' mind here.

- It's there everywhere I turn.

- Calm down, Chaz.

Look, man, drink your beer.

Sh*t, that ain't even

strong enough right now.

O'Malley, let us get

a double Scotch and hold the rocks.

Let me tell you something.

I spent five years in the joint

with motherfuckers like this.

The first thing you must understand

about a rapist is that they pussies.

They weak. They prey on the weak.

So, what do you think I should do?

Listen, man, I like you,

'cause you're different

than the rest of them.

I don't like to see you

in no position like this.

So I'm gonna do you a solid.

I'm gonna scare this p*ssy

off your back for you.

- No. No, no, no.

- Listen, I owe you.

You caught me stealin' those computers,

you coulda dropped a dime on me,

I'd have been locked up

for three more years.

- Winston, you owe me nothing.

- Look at it this way then.

Let's make it a business proposition.

Instead of you giving

this motherf***er 100K,

you could pay me, say, ten percent?

Yeah, $10,000 in cash,

and Ill scare that Pep Le Pew

motherf***er all the way back to France.

Hurry up.

- Thank you!

- Happy birthday.

Look at this one.

- That's nail polish.

- Nail polish? Ls it?

Yeah.

- What's that one?

- Here.

Oh, it's beautiful.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you. Goodbye.

Charles, this just came in for you.

Does it involve fast cars?

Yeah,

fast cars, all the good things.

- We'll see you tonight.

- Yeah. Bye-bye, pretty girls.

Good morning, JMD/March.

No, I'm sorry. That's OK.

OK, no problem. Goodbye.

- Yeah?

- Barry. It's me.

I need a cash check

for this aspirin spot.

Another one?

- How much you want this time?

- Ten thousand.

You come down here,

and you sign for it yourself, yeah?

Thanks.

Hey, yo, Chaz.

You know what my favorite song is?

"Get Money." B.I.G. And Lil' Kim.

My favorite artists?

Eddie Money, Al Green

and Johnny motherfuckin' cash, baby.

Oh, let me tell you

my favorite reverends.

- Frederick Price and Creflo Dollar.

- Yes, Winston, I have your money.

Who's talkin' money here, Chaz?

Just tryin' to make conversation, man.

- You OK, Chaz?

- Yeah.

Let me turn this up for you, baby,

get a crack on this motherf***er.

Uh-oh. Ching-ching.

Love the smell of fresh money, yo.

Jesus.

You're gonna shoot him?

I ain't gonna shoot him. I'm gonna

scare his monkey-ass off your back.

It's not even loaded.

But it's like

an old gangsta proverb, yo.

You ain't gotta use force,

but you gotta project strength.

Project strength. Right.

- Got it.

- Chaz, my good buddy,

it's time you got affiliated, man.

Come on, take that.

Is this the one you used...?

That's the one, yo.

That's for good luck.

I'm gonna run inside this joint first,

scope it out.

When you feel comfortable,

you come on in.

We got maybe a hour

before this bastard shows up.

You're gonna be close, though, right?

I'm gonna be close.

Don't worry. I got your back.

It's like in the movies and sh*t,

the bad guy

is always one step ahead, right?

So we gotta be two steps ahead

of this crazy motherf***er...

Charlie...

Charlie.

This doesn't look like 100 to me.

God almighty. You killed him.

You brought him,

you f***in' piece of sh*t,

and this isn't good

for our relationship.

Oh, Jesus.

- A**hole!

- F*** you!

You coulda been coming

instead of going!

Want a date, hun?

Hey, you. You by the car.

You lookin'?

No. No, I-I'm fine.

What about him?

Maybe he wants a date.

I don't think so.

What's wrong with him? He drunk?

Yeah. Yeah, he's... he's drunk, OK.

You got a light?

I... I don't smoke.

You don't smoke, you don't drink,

you don't f***. What do you do?

- Get outta here.

- What? Hey, screw you!

Don't tell me to get outta nowhere.

- What's up, Candy?

- Hey, Joe.

Hey, Candy.

- Keepin' safe?

- You know me.

I'm careful these days.

Hey, you! Conducting

a transaction with Candy here?

- No, officer...

- No?

What? Somethin' wrong with her?

- No, she's great.

- Great, huh?

- You married?

- Yes.

Your old lady know

you're trolling for hookers?

- I-I'm not. Look...

- How 'bout your buddy? He married?

He's drunk.

If he's drunk,

what's he doing behind the wheel?

Hey, buddy! Hey, you there!

He's sleeping it off, sir.

The two of you were out trolling

for hookers on a Wednesday,

and neither of you were

doing business with Candy here.

- I'm sorry, I...

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Don't apologize to me.

Tell her you're sorry.

Freezin' her ass off out here,

and you two jokers

don't even give her the time of day.

I'm sorry, ma'am.

We'll call it a deposit. Huh?

Believe this guy?

- We're on the clock.

- We're gonna circle the block.

I come back and you're still here,

I'm gonna take you and your buddy in.

- See ya, Candy.

- Take it easy, Candy.

See ya, Joe.

I'm tired of you, Charles. I

need that receipt for the aspirin spot.

- I said you'll get it today, you will.

- Today?

Yes. Lunchtime.

- Well, you better...

- Oh, sh*t!

You OK?

Folks in the mailroom

asked me to bring this up to you.

Franklin Church. Chicago P.D.

- Where is...?

- Winston?

He was murdered last night.

- What'd you say?

- That's right.

Midnight, under the highway.

Killer tried to dump him in the river.

Jesus.

I...

Jesu...

- I liked Winston. We were friends.

- Yeah. I liked him too.

We were like brothers.

He's... Well, he was

sort of a relative of mine.

- Are you the baseball stats guy?

- Yeah.

Yeah, that's me. Baseball freak.

Even played in the minors '79 to '82.

You know,

I see these losers every day.

Dopers. Crooks. Gangbangers.

Law doesn't care much

for losers like that.

Winston was different.

He coulda got out.

The brother was no loser.

I'm sorry.

- You own a gun, Mr. Schine?

- No.

Smith & Wesson 5906?

What, you think I did this?

Oh, no, of course not.

But we have to ask everybody.

I mean, you know how it is.

So where were you last night?

Here. Work. I was at work.

Anyone... with you corroborate that?

- Do you mind?

- No. No, no, Ill wait.

Yeah.

What did you think?

You could f*** with me,

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